Wu Yujin could not help but look at the middle-aged man who had just pronounced those words with a hint of sympathy. It wasn't just her; practically every survivor present knew that Bai Zemin was by no means a saint.
Bai Zemin looked at the phlegm on the ground for a second before looking the bald man straight in the eye.
"How honorable of you."
He didn't even hesitate and with a 'bang' the head of the militant exploded. Pieces of broken skull along with chunks of flesh and blood flew across the ground, causing the timid survivors to let out groans of terror as they looked at the scene from the buses and from inside the convenience stores.
